Words of Art – Day 32 – Walkin’ the Blues

Walkin’ the Blues  
                      A Lyric

Standin’ on the sidewalk
Under the bright streetlight
Feelin’ the rain fall from the sky,
I scream, “Baby, it was only a fight”.
Now Baby, you got me
Walkin’ the blues.

I walk down the East side
I cross over to the West
My hands buried in my pockets
My chin sits on my chest.
Now Baby, you got me
Walkin’ the blues.

My pockets, they’re all empty
They both have a hole.
I kick through the puddles
Which only dampen my soul.
Now, Baby, you got me
Walkin’ the blues.

I wander back up the West side
I cross over to the East.
I move under our front window
Pacing like a caged beast.
Now Baby, you got me
Walkin’ the blues.

Rain falls from my eyes
I scream out your name,
“Stella, Stella my star.
Oh Baby, I’m the one to blame”.
Now Baby, you got me
Cryin’ the blues.

You got me cryin’
And walkin’ the blues.


Roy W. Backes
© 1996